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On July 2, at roughly the same time worldwide
(a little after midnight, Eastern US time), the recently
dead started rising. Any corpse that wasn’t dismembered,
decapitated, decomposed, or otherwise destroyed came
back to life. Crawling out of their graves, stumbling out of
morgues and funeral homes, the dead swarmed over
cities and towns, attacking, killing, and eating everyone
they could get their rotting hands on. On July 3, the
President declared a national emergency, and Army and
National Guard units started coordinating with local law
enforcement to deal with the zombie threat. Other nations
took similar actions. The World Health Organization, the
Centers for Disease Control, and other scientific
organizations around the world began studying the dead,
trying to figure out what was animating them.
The situation degenerated quickly. It seemed as if for
every zombie killed, two more rose. Scientists had no
idea what was animating the corpses, but they did
discover that it was infectious: a single bite would kill an
otherwise healthy person and turn him or her into one of
the walking dead. Terror and panic spread. Riots flared in
Los Angeles, New York, London, Paris, Tokyo, and other
major cities, forcing already beleaguered military and law
enforcement to deal with the living as well as the dead.
People began abandoning their homes and cities.
Police and soldiers deserted en masse, and military and
government chains of command fell apart. In one city after
another, communications, power, and other services shut
down. By the end of August, gangs had risen up to fill the
vacuum left by the disintegration of centralized authority.
By mid-September society had been reduced to isolated
bands, scavenging to survive.

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